It's been a rough day.
I woke up to Balthazar bleeding out of his mouth. He came up on the bed purring, ready to cuddle, looking like a vampire. I called the vet and they let me drop him off so they could see him between surgeries.
He has an infected tooth root. He got an antibiotic injection and a topical pain med. He'll be seen again on Thursday to reassess. For anyone who doesn't remember, he's our current eldest cat. We thought he had IBD, but the vet said she thought it was a cancer. He's been on steroids and doing well for a while, but we and the vet both have concerns about putting him under at his age to remove his tooth, which could get infected again. So I've been having feelings about that. It's never fun to make these quality of life decisions.
On the bright side, he did eat a bunch of wet food and seemed to be in good spirits, but I know that animals hide their pain.
Anyway. I didn't make it to the post office. I'll try again tomorrow.
